Some truly inspired moments amidst material very much by the numbers
There are a few moments in Seann Walsh’s set – which, predictably, is about how difficult blokes find it to grow up – where he seems to want more from his audience. He gestures to a guy in the front row who ‘hasn’t laughed since the wanking bit’; when his pitch-perfect impression of Stewart Lee is greeted by bewildered silence, he reverts to McIntyre to ‘get the room back up’. He even concedes at the end that this is effectively the same act he’s done for the last few years, and probably next year too – and there’s a glimpse of a Walsh who wants, and is capable, of being better than this.
Sadly for Walsh, post-Roadshow comedy is like Hotel California – once the crowd has put you in a room, you can never leave. Thus, we get fluid, energetic but ultimately dispiriting routines about the iPhone’s battery life, being drunk on Facebook and the awfulness of hangovers. He’s talented enough that the show flies by, with a handful of truly inspired moments, but the rest is very much by the numbers.
The final act is leant some vitality and unpredictably by some surprise guests, but it’s too late, and Walsh is already planning his Twitter routine for next year.
Pleasance Courtyard, 556 6550, until 25 Aug, 9.20pm, £10.50–£13 (£8.50–£12).